"There is another master!"
Someone shouted.
Everyone looked at the pavilion not far away, and saw a green-robed man standing on it, wearing an ugly mask on his face, holding a jade flute in his right hand, and carrying it behind his back with his left hand. From everyone's perspective, that man also took off the mask from his face. Down.
A face similar to Huang Rong's appeared.
The person who came was none other than Huang Yaoshi!
"father!"
Huang Rong shouted loudly, her voice full of excitement.
She was originally worried about Mu Xuan. After all, the opponent had a large number of people, and neither Taoist Baishu nor Huo Gong Tutuo were easy to mess with.
But it wasn't until the masters on their side appeared one after another, and finally even her father appeared, that Huang Rong's nervous heart calmed down a little.
Huang Yaoshi tiptoed, leaving several afterimages in the air, and finally landed in front of Mu Xuan, facing Ouyang Feng, with a cold look in his eyes.
Huang Yaoshi felt very embarrassed.
He promised Mu Xuan to work as a lobbyist. He and Ouyang Feng had a good chat, and Ouyang Feng also promised not to cause trouble to Mu Xuan within five years.
But who would have thought that Ouyang Feng, a bastard, agreed well at first, but today he came to kill Mu Xuan.
With Ouyang Feng's move, it can be said that Huang Yaoshi's old face was completely lost.
Today he has to regain his lost face by himself.
In a word, Ouyang Feng is his!
No one can take it away!
Today he will let people in the world know that there is a gap between the Five Ultimates!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Taoist Baishu glanced at the group of masters who suddenly appeared in front of him, and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed.
Murong Bo and the others frowned, their faces extremely ugly. They looked at Taoist Baishu in front of them and almost knelt down in front of him.
First it was Lu Xiaofeng and others, then Yaoyue Lianxing, then an unknown man in blue robe disguised as a man, and then Medicine Master Dongxie Huang...
One is more difficult to deal with than the other!
He was worried that if the old guy continued to laugh, he would attract some master.
He can't be a land god, right?
On a hill not far away, there were five old men standing on the top of the hill, looking with interest at the place where Mu Xuan was not far away.
"Look, look! The one wearing the green robe and holding the Tianwen Sword is the successor that Mr. Kuihua is looking for!"
On the mountain, a stooped old man holding a cane pointed forward with squinted eyes and said with a smile.
If Mu Xuan were here, he would definitely recognize this old man holding a cane and smiling with squinting eyes, as the wicked Taoist who once taught him.
Uncle Zhao was also there, and he was the one looking forward with a smile on his face.
At this moment, Uncle Zhao's eyes were filled with relief.
Before he left last time, he told Mu Xuan that when he came back next time, he would see Mu Xuan break through to the master realm.
Mu Xuan not only fulfilled his instructions, but also successfully broke through to the middle stage of Grand Master.
"Tianwen Sword... you old boy is hiding it, I won't even want to see you!"
Next to Uncle Zhao, a skinny old man in yellow clothes smiled, stroked his beard, and said.
The old man was skinny but energetic, with slender fingers that were extremely neat.
The hands don't look like those of a martial artist, but more like those of a scribe.
"Pooh!"
Uncle Zhao smiled and took a sip, "At least that guy with Virtue has practiced swordsmanship. It's reasonable for people to want to see Tianwen Sword. What about you? There seems to be no swordsmanship and martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual created by this guy." ?”
When Uncle Zhao finished speaking, the unscrupulous Taoist who was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously heard Uncle Zhao's words and clapped his hands like an old child, "Hurry up, Mr. Huang, if you don't create a sword technique, old man, I will I don’t even look down on you!”
These little old men were joking around for a while, and after a while, someone spoke again. To be precise, it was a monk who spoke, but he was not a serious monk.
The monk was holding a gourd, his face was red, and he was pouring wine into his mouth. "I say, Patriarch Sunflower, although Taoist Baishu's martial arts is not very good, he is only one step away from the land gods. If you don't take action, you will The little guy I'm interested in is really not far from death!"
"Hey, the old man didn't think of it either!"
Uncle Zhao shook his head with a smile, "First you were a shameless person who bullied the juniors seventy years ago and twenty years ago to fight with others for drinking and reading scriptures, and now you are fighting with the juniors regardless of their identity!"
When the monk heard Uncle Zhao using him as an excuse, he smiled and said, "Amitabha! Who told the poor monk not to know Zhenren Huang at that time? If he did, why should I use this method to coax the scriptures to read and study?"
"But I don't regret it at all. If not for this, I wouldn't be able to create the Nine-Yang Magic Technique, and Zhang Laodao wouldn't be able to learn from the Poor Monk's Nine-Yang Magic Technique and create the Pure Yang Wuji Technique!"
The monk said with a smile.
"Seventy years ago, the poor monk drank and watched the Nine Yin Scriptures. Twenty years ago, the poor monk drank and watched the Nine Yin Scriptures again!"
The monk said with a smile.
"Interesting, interesting! Now the poor monk wants to see who is in the hands of the Nine Yin Sutra, and the poor monk wants to fight again!"
"But Patriarch Sunflower, please tell me more when you have time, and you should be more concerned about the safety of your descendants!"
After the monk finished speaking, the fifth person's voice finally sounded, "Amitabha!"
That man was also a monk.
Different from the sloppy and dirty robes of the monk who spoke before, the monk who spoke later had clean robes even though his robes were also in tatters.
The old monk recited the Buddha's name softly, "Don't panic, Master Lingxin has good intentions and will not sit idly by!"
After hearing this, everyone looked down one after another. Sure enough, at the moment when Taoist Baishu was about to take action, a monk stood in front of Mu Xuan laughing and joking.
It was Master Lingxin, that crazy Shaolin monk!
Taoist Baishu's expression was solemn, while Mu Xuan was a little confused. Whether it was Lu Xiaofeng or others, or Yue Yue Lianxing, Mu Xuan had friendship with them, so it was reasonable for them to help, Mu Xuan thought, but what he saw in front of him was reasonable. Master Lingxin, he has no friendship with this person!
Taoist Baishu felt the sad eyes of the people around him, and felt weak in his heart. It really came true!
Have you seen a ghost?
A master came with a smile, and now a spiritual master who is better than him has come out to fight.
So if he laughs again, will there be another master?
If that person is better than this crazy monk...a land god?
Taoist Baishu was in a state of confusion. He controlled the smile on his face and said he couldn't smile at all!
Taoist Baishu composed himself, and then shouted loudly, "This is the grudge between us and Mu Xuan, Shaolin also wants to get involved?!"
After the words fell, a Shaolin monk stepped forward, it was Master Xuanji.
Ling Xin is a senior expert in their lineage, so it is natural for him to advise, "Uncle Master, this kind of Jianghu matter has nothing to do with Shaolin, let's go back!"
Master Xuanji said this and was about to pull Master Lingxin back. Unexpectedly, Master Lingxin shook his shoulders with a smile. Master Xuanji felt a tingling sensation in his hands and staggered back a few steps, "No, no, no." ...No, poor monk...I find this benefactor pleasing to my eyes!"
Master Lingxin stuttered a bit, pointed at Mu Xuan and said with a smile. After that, he looked at Taoist Baishu, "I'm a poor monk... I'm a poor monk... I don't like this donor... very much!"
(End of chapter)
